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   People are weird, why would they pretend to be happy? I mean, that's what they do, right? Yeah, sure, happiness isn't real, just a daydream of our mind when it doesn't want to face the truth of our world and life.  Happy people are liars and dumb, it's like they prefer to believe in something that we can't prove if exist, other than facing the truth of our humanity. Humanity it is sad, broken, cold, weak, and an orphan, just like me.
                              
   Funny thing is that, now, that I am in a bridge, trying to find a fact that would be enough to make me think otherwise besides jumping, all that I can feel is the strong wind and well, gravity; both pushing me down. And I, that have thought that was at the end of the bottle. Isn't Earth an ironic son of a bitch?
                              
   I can't stop myself to think if my parents were alive, if I could call friends those people that I see everyday, if I could look at my doctor's face and make him scratch my depression meds prescription; if this way, things could be different. Different? Does that mean that I would be happy? Wasn't I the one that was saying that there is no such thing?
                              
   Oh man, whatever, I can't believe that I can be such a mess even before jumping from a place so high like this one. Jeez, it is so high, I surely won't survive. Good.
                              
   I almost fell when I heard a loud scream from a house that was by my left. 
                              
   "Okay, that would be a pathetic way to die" I whisper to myself and, as soon as I am done taking a deep breath I hear that sound again. I look to the direction where the scream is coming from and I realize that the house is pretty far for such a loud noise.
                              
   "Gosh, the thing in this lady bathroom must be really big for a desperation like this" I say while smirking and looking at the house. Suddenly the front door opens and catches my attention, being entertained by the mess. A man runs out of the house and when he gets near to the sidewalk, he looks up and start screaming before a black fog comes out of his mouth and then he falls in front of the so organized garden.
                              
   "Holy shit! What the hell was that?!" I exclaim to myself with the shot open eyes.
                              
   I get out of where I was sitting and put both bare foot on the road, that because of the low temperature make me feel like if I was walking on ice. I slowly start to walk, still looking at the house and the man, that after had fell on the ground, hadn't gotten up.
                              
   I curse my choose of clothes for my death's night the moment the cold wind hits me again. A little white dress looked poetic. Sue me.   
                              
   Realizing what I was doing, I stopped on my way and coming near the edge of the bridge again, I saw the river that passes under it and questioned myself if I was going to let my curiosity be enough to let my death's time a little later. I heard the earlier scream again and for a moment felt embarrassed for having second thoughts about it. Damn woman, there may be people in big trouble right now, how can you be so selfish?
                              
   And with this thought on my mind, I got away from the side of that bridge and started to run in the direction of that man's house. It's not like if the bridge is going to get out of here anyway.